Stray firefly
Oh, what I'd give to watch fireflies in my backyard, to see them, clustered around a shrub, an universe within a Universe. Oh, I wish I could travel back into the summer of my childhood, just before the pre monsoons, in the bleak of the muggy night...with ritualistic power outage, a young me looking out of the balcony and witnessing in awe for a long time the busy bodies of starry-glow , gathered for their strange primeval dance of light. The world on those nights seemed a little too big to the little me. The fireflies seemed the flag bearers of the exciting times of the future. Time has passed, I have changed and so has the backyard. The little trees and shrubs have long gone. And the fireflies?... They seem to have moved on to other universes, far away from this banal neighbourhood and my very ordinary timeline. I do see fireflies once a monsoon, every other summer but now they don't form clusters, they seemed to have lost each others company. Now I only seem to greet a st...
